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Cryogenic
Jan 9, 2014 8:36:45 GMT -5
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Post by lightbaron on Jan 9, 2014 8:36:45 GMT -5
The last few winters have renewed wellness but have not replaced the buttons lost from the left cuff, off all of my long shirts Today is the coldest day of the year; a frigid that rings in the fractured corners of the letter k I lean askew to the less fastened side; wishing friendship of the wind Freeze an invisible inch, I ask in the undercurrent of my thought; make me account for my now Leave me in this half dug hole left behind by the poets who've abandoned their posts I will never have more to show, than I do here without a thing stealing warmth from frost bitten stillness
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Post by windfog on Jan 9, 2014 12:51:10 GMT -5
I really like it! Though it, to my mind, much fit to "Nature" board it has some senses. Then you are right. It looks like very good observation with a hint on friendship, relationship ... Very good work. W.F.
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Post by Aish on Jan 9, 2014 15:40:42 GMT -5
make me account for my now Leave me in this half dug hole left behind by the poets who've abandoned their posts I will never have more to show, than I do here without a thing stealing warmth from frost bitten stillness This last portion struck me as more personal and cathartic as what came before it, though the entire piece rings so true to the you I adore it's almost painful. Makes me a little sad, but I'm identifying closely with it as my Self as well, not only as a poet who abandoned her own posts, but as a poet who sorely misses other poets both living and dead. Futility is part of this reality we participate in. What you have to offer this world is far greater than material possessions, and I feel like saying here a variation of something I recently said to someone else I love a great deal - you are such a treasure, LB and you enrich my life whether you realize it or not. Even if you were independently wealthy you couldn't offer any more or any less than you do now. Your gifts are part of you and I'm a more actualized person for having the good fortune of knowing you. I deeply appreciate your talent and your warmth and vulnerability. Thank you for being you and sharing your words with us. Sorry for the sap fest.
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Post by Aish on Jan 9, 2014 19:47:23 GMT -5
I'm back. I can't get this piece out of my head, so kudos, to me that is the Mark of Masterwork.
As a whole it keeps spinning in my psyche. It intrigues me to no end, because spinning symbols clearing out my pranic tube seems to be my personal trend so far in 2014. The "k" is what really started it. I do tend to overthink, so apologies in advance.
The idea of winters restoring health is unusual. Most associations with winter include hybernation, death, and darkness. What fascinates me is the idea of cold for personal stratification, something generally only applied to seeds ( gardening and nature again, predictable, sorry). It's a striking association for me, that without the dark and cold of winter berries will not grow the following year and in this piece I'm reading it as a crucial environment for the soul. Then there's the question of the left side coming undone in favor of the right (my Lucifarian queries are buzzing, Mr. Light Bearer), and the fact that clothes are merely and external covering is also intriguing as hell. Why is k frigid? Is it keter? The first letter of a name? The master symbol of Kuthumi broken in half? I also can't get the image of a fully realized kundalini out of my head. The path into the 13 chakra system used for ascension, especially with the star tetrahedron and the Merkaba meditation creates a sort of elongated k if you were able to view it from the side. This could have just become my new display piece in my home. I need to read it over and over. Its mysteries are plentiful.
I think I'm done rambling for the moment. Thank you so much for the brain candy.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jan 9, 2014 22:06:56 GMT -5
Love it Lightbaron Aish – I believe the k is a reference to a measurement of temperature called Kelvin. I love the opening and it is quite captivating. Winter is my favorite season. And the ending, Wow! Is it sad that I get it? That is damned cold BTW. Berrrrrrr! The reference to buttons seemed a mundane metaphor in its context but I admit I really just don’t get those two lines. (S1, L2-3) The part Aish quoted could stand alone but I really love those other three lines as the opening. Your reference to poets reminds me of something I was working on. I’ll have to take a look at it. It’s not this good though. You gave me chills. Cryogenic indeed. But Aish said it all better than I can. Thanks for sharing
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Cryogenic
Jan 10, 2014 7:16:44 GMT -5
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Post by lightbaron on Jan 10, 2014 7:16:44 GMT -5
thank you both very much... I had put alot into this, trying to leave it bare bones but specific, even if with vague references... I'm very pleased that enough seems to be there
Aish ...hmmm, ill get back with a better response, till then, ditto (smiley face)
the "k" is a number of things... And I don't wanna reveal too much... Spent a few days trying to figure out what this cold was, how to describe it... The k sound, more than letter, kept coming back in
The first three lines..... Not sure why I'm giving this away, but the button loss on left sleeve is from shooting drugs in the past...in terms of leaning askew that way, Aish was def barking up some of the right trees
Again thank you... The feedback is so valued
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Post by markusmagellus on Jan 10, 2014 13:13:37 GMT -5
Some ambiguity is fine- leaving room for the reader to overlay their own experience/ feelings into the reading. Don't over explain. It's a superb piece of writing.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jan 10, 2014 16:57:58 GMT -5
All you had to say to connect the buttons for me was one word, drugs. I’ve always had a strong aversion to needles so I proffered to smoke my coke but I’ll not look at my left cuff buttons the same again. Awesome write Lightbaron. I find more with each read.
Thanks again for sharing.
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